The more we will be uplifted;
The more we worship God for His mercy,
The more we’re deeply in His heart.
So it’s not of him who runs nor wills,
But of God the One who shows mercy at will,
All of grace, not of works, to His praise.
The more we shall taste His sweetness;
The more we worship God for His mercy,
The more we shall gaze upon Him.
Reaching me even when I had strayed,
That I might live Christ in the church as Your bride.
I will praise! I will sing! O I’m blest!
I will praise! I will sing! O I’m blest!